Natalie's First Home (short story) [completed]

Epilogue.

~2 years later~

"I love that you agreed to move in with me!" Natalie said.

"How could I refuse, you made me!" Cale said with a smirk.

Natalie couldn't lift too much of Cale's things into the house because she was 4months pregnant. Cale finally got the couch into the house. Natalie plopped down onto it.

"I don't see why we need your couch, mine is perfectly fine."

Cale walked over to Natalie and stood in front of her.

"It's hardly fine, it's from the 1900's!" He knelt on one knee.

"Oh my god! What are you doing?!" Natalie exclaimed.

"Well Natalie Ann Porsche, will you do the honor of being my wife? I've loved you since the moment you served me food. And I'll love you til the day I die. I want you to be my wife, and I want to raise this baby with you, in this house that we have so many memories in! And I wanna live in this house next to my grandpa until he passes. I love you Natalie." Cale said.

Natalie sobbed and smiled. "Yes Cale!" And she hugged him, he pulled her back long enough to put the ring on her finger, then lifted her off the couch and up the stairs and into their bed.

And well the rest.. Is history!(;